Vastness

To be fallen without reservation

The emotive warning tide 

Something real would surely be

Tied to the endless sea

Left into a drop of life

Without a compass we are drawn

So if youth was to leave towns

Ever coming undone

They would escalate into timid winds

As fire would be falling alone

Blowing the whispers of rain

Creating the weave of emotion

Trials are to be shored 

As you take in that last breathe

Believing in the truth

Docile being would embrak

Problems in this view

Until you have known 

Lusting over the powder dust

An array of color would sure suffice

Silver tongue read works

Of passing spirits warming a glow

As you pass through exits of the soul

Leave me intact one piece if not

Reviews

[Shy Joe]

To be alone with just your thoughts. How scary that can get....with time. Getting to know yourself a little more every passing day...all the skeletons coming out, to play.

Independence is a beautiful thing until it's an obsession, a reliance. That's when you lose your puzzle pieces....and no one else can play.

Your wonderful poem took me to a place of solitude. It's quiet and surreal here.

I enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing.

[B]

Thank you Shy Joe